Fuckin' Wit Dis Click

How can you have faith in a god

That can not even control creation

How can he lead you to salvation

There is no hope in chaos only

Welcome to the other side of reality

And this is your eternity (eternity)

The end of the world

I can see it comin'

So I pack my nine millimeters and I start

Huntin'

For these niggas that talk shit

Man these hoes will never quit until ya

Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown

In a ditch

Which one of you

Niggas think you really got them guts

To walk up to his house, knock on his door

Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge

Backed up by an A-K

Fore you go to bed at night you bitches

Better kneel and pray

Cause when it's business

We takin' care our business

I'm clappin' on any of a witness

Or any who wanna get in it

Man this shit is real

Not them stories you put in your raps

Not even that bullshit you talk behind

A nigga back

Let me make it simple and plain

Run up and you'll get your brains-blown

To the side of the curb with that plastic

Thang-thang nina glock 19

With the 20 clip

You don't wanna fuck with this

You don't wanna fuck with this

Therefore all you clicks, and you clans

And you crews

Fuckin',fuckin' with this click

And we gon' bring it to your ass

Man for what any crime I swear I'll die

Before I do some time

Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder

With the muthafuckin' plastic nine

Corpses that we tortured in the chevy

Voices won't let me rest

Could this be the end yet

Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)

They open the gates of horror

For them horror lords

We tortured the cases who arrested

The faces of triple six

That which is sorcerer

(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)

Or you might get caught on a crucifix

I'm sick of that burning inside of my

Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come

Yet

This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'

Real quick like a serial killa mon'

Straight from that cell for real'a

I'll buck you dead my nigga

And it's a shame when I dropped'em off

The break mane

In return I got no thangs

I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'

For their thang

Everytime I see's you slippin'

I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10)

Victims of my devil's playground

Come burn with me until the end

Totin' the dead body over my shoulder

And sure to break out with my shovel

Or let evil look forward

And I start to dig up and toss in the body

And give up more money as bank of the sore

Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe

And I think a big sack

Been chewed up by rats

I'm just writing these poems

They bring to renown cause a triple six

Night to rescore

Split rists with nee-dles in my fists

And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks

No I'm not a Christian

But I'm mentally ill and I don't

Understand all the reasons

Well I think it's killin' season

And neither does my schitzophrenic friends

So therefore nigga due to my mental

Defocalty

Scarecrow is only entertained

By helping enemies bleed

Let all the bodies soak in all the blood

Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity

I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in

20 gauge

Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting

I'm havin'no thoughts

Of the lives I've done lost

When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire

Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter

It turned my gun focal

Just thank Micheal Myers

No mutilation's paralyzations

Got no patience when I'm chasin'

Down a patient

Tryin' to thwart assassination

I'm on a cross loose up off these

Cut me free (cut me free)

I'l draw your portrait if you put me

Down on my feet (down on my feet)

My cross turns upside down

And finally I'm loose

I flip the land and released up of some

Sinners Scarecrow and the Juice

I look to the sky and all I could say was

"Well finally it's on again"

No lord could stop us now

Cause the demons reborn again

My praise

The first power found me

So I could never cower

Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce

I'll tell you half about this antichrist

Look into my eyes tell me what you see

The demonic man about scarecrowism

Saints can you feel me

I try for years and years

Sinkin' this one day of depression

Stormy weather and church bells

Ringin' to the election of a new-follower

Follow me into the trees

Watch me rob Adam

And watch me rape Eve

In this eve-much destruction

Most will probably wonder

With Dj Paul, the Triple Six click

And Hell take'em under

Bitch, now never